Chapter 14: I'm Jealous
Lizzie
The honest answer rose in my mind before I could stop it.
Yes! Absolutely yes. Of course I wanted to touch him.
As ridiculous and shameless as that sounded, curiosity had been simmering beneath the surface ever since the night I ripped that towel off his waist.
That moment had been fast, heated, almost overwhelming—and I’d barely had time to process the fact that Reese’s body seemed carved out of something unfairly perfect.
Even the day we had s*x, my attention had been… on doing it. Not on exploring his body. I’d felt him, taken him, but I hadn’t learned him. Not the way I suddenly, achingly wanted to.
But now? Now the opportunity was right in front of me. And I was going to take it.
So I nodded slowly. “Okay.” Then, before I could overthink it,
